Week three.
I have been stuck in this boring place for three weeks. Today was Saturday, but sadly the boys couldn't come see me today. They were 'busy'. Whatever. I'm sure they are just giving up on me. But why? Why are they giving up on me now? I am getting so much better! With the help of my new friends here, I have gotten over.... The P word.... and I am feeling more like my old self.
I stood outside the canteen waiting on the two love birds to come out.
"What is taking them so long?!" Jace complained. Ever since we started to playing football outside every other day we have become very close. He is like my little brother that I never knew I had. My brother from another mother. My- To much?? Whatever, you get what I mean.
"I don't know, Jay!" I leaned against the trashcan, which I regretted because I tumbled over and the trashcan landed on top of me. I heard a door open and then laughter. "Yeah. Yeah. It's hilarious, now help me up!"
I felt the trash can lift up and saw five bodies laying on the ground in laughter.
"Shut it.." I huffed before I started laughing too.
After five minutes of laughing so hard that our ribs started to hurt, we all walked to the Screen Room to watch the super hero marathon they where having. Since the Screen Room had no theatre seats only blankets and pillows spread all over the floor, we all sat in a small little circle by the back wall.
Stella had her head on Austin's lap and her legs on mine. Jace was sitting by me with his head on my shoulder.
I looked at the screen as Superman began. I have seen this movie so many times, thanks to Louis, that I could rewrite it and acted it out perfectly.
I looked down at my hands and suddenly found my finger nails interesting. I let my mind wonder to everything that happened for the past few months. Let's see, our tour ended, I found out that my mom is going to be going to New York -but that soon changed after I had my mental breakdown-, me and the boys got our own flat in London, after Liam and Danielle couldn't take the constant screaming and complaining, they decided to get their own flat, me and Perry decided it was a good idea of we did too, so after that the only people left in the my old flat was the forever alone loser also known as Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles. A month or so passed and I was in my studio working on a new song when I heard Perry giggling upstairs. being my curious self I walk upstairs to see her kissing my -old- friend.
*****FLASHBACK*****
After our world tour ended, I was so excited to finally spend some alone time with Perrie. I had everything plained out. We where going to go to Paris for a week and I was going to bring her up to the Eiffel tower for a date.. cheesy, I know.
"....And when I look in to your eyes...." I was singing a song that I made for Perrie.
"I feel like I..." I got interrupted by a loud bang and then some giggling. Perrie.
I smiled as I set down my pencil and walked quietly up the stairs.
I walked over to our bedroom and peeked inside the door.
"Babe, stop it!" Perrie giggled as two arms swung her in a circle.
What the actually fuck??
I cracked the door open a little more and saw it was my best mate, Johny. I stood there motionless for a few seconds trying to process what I'm seeing. I looked at Perrie and saw that little shine in her eyes, the same shine that I fell in love with.
I swallowed hard and opened the door wider so they know I was there. Perrie pushed Johny away and looked at me with a pale face.
"Zayn-"
"Save it." I held my hands up and walked passed her and to the outlet by my bed side. I unplugged my computer charger and iPhone charger and stuffed them in my over the shoulder bag.
"Zayn? What are you doing?" I swung the bag over my shoulder and walked to my desk, completely ignoring that two-time bitch. I stuffed my laptop into the bag and headed towards the stairs.
"Zayn, sweety, please wait!" Perrie called out to me. I walked down the stairs as I spoke, "Don't call or text me, or try to get in touch with me in any way." I opened the front door and turned around to see Perrie look in at me with a hurt look. Tears where flowing out of her red eyes an onto her white as snow face. "I will have someone come and collect my stuff as soon as possible." I looked behind her m. Johny stood a few feet away. "Johny.." I took a deep breath an tightened my fist, "If I ever see your face again.. it will be too soon." I turned on my heels and walked out the door.
I shut- more like slammed- My car door and device away. I was actually proud of how I handled that... if only I could have handled getting over her more maturly...
*****END OF FLASHBACK*****
"Dude come on!" I felt someone hit my face.
"Ouch!" I shrieked, sounding like a little girl.. I mean like the moncho man I am.
"You sound like a little girl.." Stella stood above me, her left foot touching my leg. "Get up. It's almost midnight."
I looked around the room and saw nobody but me and Stella.
"Where's everyone else?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"They all went back to there rooms.. I told them that I'd get you to our room." She shrugged her shoulders an held out her hand. I gladly excepted.
The walk to our room was very silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was actually really nice to just not speak. Just me and my thoughts.
"Zayn.." Stella touched my arm before I could put the code into our room.
"Yeah?" I asked turning my attention to her.
"Is it just me.. or is Austin been acting really strange lately?" I could tell by her voice, and the look she was giving me, that she was worried. And to be completely honest, I have been noticing that he has started to act different, starting a few days ago on the trail.
"Yeah.. He seems a bit off lately." I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "But don't worry, maybe he is just trying to find himself or something. Everything will be fine."
But little did I know, everything would not be fine, but horrible.
